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Five Minutes of Home

I wasn’t going to do it today. Because, although the blog’s been slow, my mind has been full these last few weeks. And I have a lot of other stuff I’d like to update you on. But, alas, that will have to wait. Because, really, I can’t not take the bait Lisa-Jo dangled in my inbox today in the form of a five-minute Friday topic.

Home

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Ahhh. That four letter word I am longing to see. The one that means comfortable and lovely and mine. The place I will be in three short months.

H-O-M-E

It’s not that this place isn’t home for now. I mean, it’s our landing strip for life here in this foreign land. It’s just not ours. Well, not the place, anyway.

The memories are ours, though. Always to keep.

The things our family does here that makes it our home. Breakfast and dinner around this 3-foot by 2-foot white wooden table with the benches and the chairs and the schnitzel and the potato cheese soup and the laughing.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Oh, the laughing.

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The windows make it home, as well. The tree limbs that dangle in between my line of sight and the old building across the street I stare at while I cook.

But home, real home, the one we own and can change and paint and not have to bring up from memory when we want to think about where we’re going. Those four sweet letters make my heart feel happy with anticipation. And longing for, well, home.

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What do you think of when you think of home?

7 Thoughts on “Five Minutes of Home

  1. David on March 8, 2013 at 1:01 pm said:

    This is the longing we should have for our Heavenly Home, also. And to think about all those who went before us, we have nothing to fear! Blessings!

  2. mmm … sometimes our best musings spring forth from full minds and hearts!

  3. Beautiful thoughts and pictures.

  4. Dad. on March 8, 2013 at 2:27 pm said:

    My earthly home is one of unconditional love, the first thing I see when I come home from work and open the back door is my Eve, (Linda) my wife of 46 years, my partner, my love, my friend and my life. The one that gave birth to my 2 wonderful daughters, and the grandmother (Baba), of my 5 grandchildren. She makes our house a HOME, full of love, comfort and joy. When I think of home I think of my Eve. Thanks for the five minutes Bria, see you soon. Dad

  5. Linda on March 9, 2013 at 3:21 am said:

    HOME- a place that is safe, comfortable, a place where I can be myself and still know I am loved. Where I can just be with my hubby and either talk, or say nothing at all, and it is ok, because of the unconditional love we share and the fact that we KNOW each other… I have plaque in the corner of my kitchen that says it all “Home Is Where You Are Loved”….
    HOME-what a great thing to think about!!

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